We’re constantly told what we’re doing wrong in raising our children, and I for one am really sick of it. I’m doing my absolute best.
For my 41st birthday, I ran away from home. I checked into a hotel, drank mimosas next to the pool, took a 30-minute shower, ate breakfast in my bed, and never once turned on the TV. It was blissful.
We created the “Lazy Mom’s Guide to Surviving Kid’s Birthday Parties” because we’ve found the lazy way out allows enjoy the experience more.
My children take melatonin. Every. Single. Night. We refer to their nightly doses as their “meds.” As in, “Are you ready to brush your teeth, or do you still need your meds?”